Heart of Pains

Chapter Twenty

Hannah POV:

I have been thinking about how I'm going to claim Damien, and it's a big decision. Wait... let's go back to Australia. Annabella returned me to my room while I was sleeping, cleaning up any evidence of what happened between us. I don't know what she did the next day, but Dean ended his three-month agreement, and I felt so relieved.

He even asked for my blessing to marry Annabella. That girl moves fast, and I kind of like it. Now that Dean is out of the picture, it's just me, my husband, and the kids. The kids are moving into our home this Friday, and I can't wait. I miss them so much, and I'm happy. Right now, it's just the two of us in the house.

I've been avoiding Damien because he's acting weird, and I don't want to be around that kind of weirdness. I keep checking to make sure he's gone to work, and then...

"Thank God, he's gone to work," I said, relieved, as I went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

However, luck was not on my side. He was sitting in there, eating lunch, and when he heard me, he smirked.

"Don't worry, honey. I took a month off. I figured you would miss me, and with the kids moving in on Friday, I'll be here to help them settle."

I jumped in the air and glared at him. Damn, who told this guy I would miss him? Why is my life like this? Can't I have a moment of peace and quiet to myself?

"Who the fuck said I would miss you? Are you on crack?" I asked.

"No," he replied, sitting on the stool at the counter. I regretted having that damn stool there. I didn't feel like eating anything anymore. I decided to order takeout instead.

I pulled out my phone, opened the app, and ordered pizza, hamburgers, and Chinese noodles. What? Don't look at me like that. I might finish it all or share it. I don't care. I just want to eat something.

"Are you still cooking?" the devil, also known as Damien, asked me.

"No, I'm not. I changed my mind. You can use the kitchen while I go outside. The kitchen is all yours," I replied, walking out and pretending to be on my phone, avoiding his gaze.

Lord, please don't make me look at him. How did he suddenly get so close to the damn door? I thought he was still sitting on the stool. Fuck my life.

Okay, Hannah, no matter what he does, don't look at him. Just one more step to go and... a hand on my waist. How did he get there? I thought God gave me two hands. I immediately stiffened.

"Mrs. Hannah Sebastian, are you avoiding me?" he said, his mouth now on my neck. How in God's name did we end up like this? Can somebody please tell me?

"Damien, get your filthy hands off my waist," I said, trying to remove his hand, but he tightened his grip, cutting off the blood flow around my waist. He closed the kitchen door and slammed me against it. I don't know how, but my hands were on the door, preventing my face from hitting it.

"You need to answer my question, Hannah. Why are you avoiding me?" he said, his voice sounding oddly sexy to me. Why is this guy's voice causing a commotion down there?

"I said you should get your..."

SMACK! Oh, boy, this motherfucker just slapped my ass.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Damien?" I yelled in anger. Smack! He smacked my ass cheek again. God, that shit is making my pussy tingle.

"Why are you avoiding me, baby girl?" he said, his voice getting huskier.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Is he turned on? I managed to regain my composure before answering him.

"I'm not avoiding you. I'm giving you space," I answered, thinking he would finally leave me alone. But then... smack!

"Oh...' shit", when did that sound escape from my fucking throat?

"You like it, right?" he said, placing a kiss on my neck. I pushed him away and glared at him. He was smirking down at me. But I was too pissed to notice.

"I don't like this, Damien. Can you please stop? This isn't funny anymore. What do you want from me?" I yelled in anger.

"I wasn't cracking a joke, Hannah, and you fucking know it. You avoid me because you don't want to jump my bones. You don't even want to be my friend. But Hannah, I want a lot of things from you," he said.

I scoffed. "You must really be on crack because what you're saying doesn't make sense. Do you understand me, Dam..."

He smacked my ass again, making me stare at him, fuming.

"Can you stop smacking my ass? Or do you want me to make you stop?" I interrupted.

"Make me stop," he said with four smacks.

I turned around and slammed him against the door, catching him off guard. He looked shocked as I tore his black shirt, buttons flying everywhere. My hands caressed his chest teasingly as he leaned against the wall, his eyes closing.

"Han..." he moaned in pleasure.

Damien's POV

God, I don't know why I moaned, but I like what she's doing to me. I always knew she was dominant, and I've always wanted to experience being dominated.

Hannah grabbed my hands and placed them on the door, and turning my neck to the left, she exposed the right side. Then she brought her mouth to my neck, licking, sucking, and biting everywhere until she found a spot that made me groan. She slowly kissed her way down my chest, reaching one of my nipples and taking it into her mouth to lick.

God, everything about her drives me wild.

"Claim me, Hannah. Just make me yours," I blurted out. Shit, I didn't realize I said it out loud. She pushed me off the door, opened it, and walked out. Damn it, I fucked up.

"What am I gonna do now? I've never let any girl get that close to me. What the fuck is wrong with me?" I thought as I went outside to offer an apology.

I saw her coming back inside with what I guessed was the food she ordered.

"Hannah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said back then. It was a mistake," I said, blocking her path, hoping she would look at me. And she did. God, I was mesmerized.

"Be careful with what you wish for, Damien. I always love a challenge. But you're not submissive. So, I'll advise you to go for what you're going to enjoy," she said, stepping to the other side and starting to move up the stairs.

"You can teach me to be one!" I yelled after her, but she never replied. She just kept walking.

Disappointed, I retreated to my room and immersed myself in work.